sit under the apple tree
with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, no, no, no
Don't sit under the apple tree,
with anyone else but me,
till I come marching home.
Don't go walking
down lover's lane,
with anyone else but me,
anyone else but me,
anyone else but me, no, no, no.
So don't go walking down Lovers Lane
with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
I just got word from the guy who heard
from the guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet
and it fits you to a T
So don't sit under the apple tree
with anyone else but me
Did I come marching
home?
Don't give out with those lips of yours
To anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No, no, no
Watch the girls on the foreign shores
You'll have to report to me
When you come
marchin' home
Don't hold anyone on your knee
You better be true to me
You better be true to me
You better be true to me
Don't hold anyone on your knee
You're gettin' a third de gree
When you come marchin' home
You're on your own where there is no foe
and I can't keep tabs on you.
Be fair to me, I'll guarantee,
this is one thing that I'll do.
I won't sit under the apple tree
with anyone else but you
till you come marching
home.
Don't sit under the apple tree
with anyone else but me.
I know the apple tree
is reserved for you and me
And I'll be true till you